Molly
Thankfully, my boss easily accepted my lie for the reason I needed a short leave of absence. And because he had, I knew karma would bite my ass in one way or another. It took only a day into my new assignment to realize how the universe sought its revenge... Trent had gotten under my skin... and I hated that he had.
Externally, I tried my damnedest to appear unaffected and even annoyed over my predicament. However, on the inside, I was a mess of anger, sexual frustration, raging hormones, and most of all panic. There I was after only a few days on the job, so to speak, and I couldn’t shake the memory of our time together from my mind.
How stupid was I to assume I could handle this insane assignment, or worse yet have him fuck me and not have it consume every thought in my head? What truly bugged me was it didn’t matter whether we were together or not, all I thought about was Trent. Watching him kiss Raven, hold Raven, or even fuck Raven unleashed irrational jealousy I didn’t know what to do with. Being apart released an overwhelming need that ached deep in my core.
Seriously, what the hell? Did he slip me some kind love potion that caused instant addiction? Sitting beside him for hours on this torturous drive was testing my sanity and patience. Between his random teasing comments and singing along with the radio was a pure contradiction to the porn persona he played on film.
This Trent was still the same man who needed me to get him hard while he worked, yet there was something so endearing about him. On more than one occasion I had to literally tell myself not to reach over and affectionately touch him in response to something he said or the way he’d look at me.
How in the world was I going to spend an extended period of time with this gorgeous man and not find myself falling for him? Because you’re going to be watching him fuck another woman, my inner voice chastised.
Trent pulled into the semi-circular driveway in front of a rustic looking hotel tucked in the middle of a forest. It made me wonder if my cell would even have a signal. Nature was in full force. The bluest of skies and the greenest of trees were in contrast to the dark wood façade of the cabin-like structure. Rows of colorful marigolds and zinnias painted the flower beds lining the hotel’s pathways.
“Wow, this place is absolutely beautiful. Those flowers are so pretty.” I cut my gaze to his face and admitted, “I can’t believe they’re going to shoot a porno here.”
When Trent’s eyes narrowed, it dawned on me that I once again criticized his occupation... but the man needed to cut me some slack. “What were you expecting, a seedy hotel that rented rooms by the hour?”
I shrugged. “Yeah, maybe. I don’t know what I thought, but this wasn’t it.” The more I studied the building, the more excited I became. I immediately imagined myself soaking in a bubble-filled clawfoot tub sipping wine while getting lost in a book. “Do they have a spa? I could use a massage.” Maybe there would be time to get one, I thought to myself.
“You’re here on business, remember? But, a massage can definitely be in your future. I’ve been told I give great rubdowns,” he said with a sly grin. Before I could reply, Trent got out of the car, handed the keys to the valet, and came around to open my door. The man was charming, considerate, and chivalrous—all the things that I looked for in a boyfriend. Boyfriend? I thought with a firm shake of my head. If I didn’t keep my thoughts straight, this had disaster written all over it.
Once inside, I took in the ambiance of the lobby; chandeliers hung from the wooden beams, marble floors gleamed, and paintings of nature hung prominently on the walls. Although the lobby was crowded there was a sophistication that didn’t mesh with adult film industry.
Trent walked up to the front desk and gave the woman who appreciated his looks a wink. “Checking in?” she asked blushing.
“Yes. Trent Hudson.”
“And Molly Higgins.” Trent shot me a look. “What?”
The woman punched the keys like rapid fire. “Mr. Hudson, you’re in the Carlisle Suite.” She handed him a plastic key card. “Ms. Higgins, I don’t see a reservation in your name.”
“That’s okay, a regular room will be just fine.” Even though I was there on the production company’s dime, I didn’t need anything extravagant. Maybe Trent would let me use his tub if my room didn’t have one.
“I’m sorry, but the hotel is sold out.”
Before I could utter a word, Trent blurted, “I’ll need two keys, please.” Upon hearing his request, my jaw slackened.
The woman nodded, rattled off the room number to the bellhop. He whisked away our luggage without so much as a question while my head spun with dozens. “Wait a minute. Are there two beds in that room?”
Trent ignored the one question that made it out of my mouth, snatched my hand, and high-tailed it across the lobby with me in tow.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, I elbowed Trent in the ribs. “I’m not sharing a room with you.”
He glanced back to the bellhop before looking down at me. “Maybe they have a tent you can borrow. I’m sure the bears and wildlife won’t mind sharing their space with you.”
The man behind us chuckled, and I silenced him with a death glare. “I can’t believe this.”
“Or you can share with Raven if you don’t trust yourself with me.”
“I trust myself just fine, thank you very much. It’s you I don’t trust.”
When we reached the top floor, we exited the elevator. My irritation grew with each step, and more so when Trent swung the door open and said, “Honey, we’re home.” Once again the bellman chuckled. Trent handed him a few bills and clapped his shoulder in some sort of guy code before letting the door close.
Ignoring my rage, he threw himself in the center of the king size bed, laced his fingers behind his head and crossed his ankles. “Wow, this is like sleeping on a cloud.”
I glanced around the spacious room hoping a sofa would magically appear, but the only other furniture there were four stiff armchairs, a desk, and a table. “You did this on purpose?”
“Did what?”
“One room, that’s what. I’m not sleeping with you.”
“That bridge has already been crossed, sweetheart.”
Even though I was thoroughly annoyed, the bed looked extremely inviting, especially after that tense car ride. “Fine but we’re not having sex.”
“Whatever you say,” Trent said with a smirk. He reached back, grabbed the collar of his T-shirt, and yanked it off. His rippled torso was like a beacon for my hands forcing me to tuck them under my armpits as a restraint.
Rather than curl up next to him, I began unpacking and checking out the room. To my delight there was a tub; not a clawfoot tub but a jetted one that would be just as nice. Expecting him to be napping when I exited the bathroom, his eyes were trained on the door waiting for me to reappear.
“I have a production meeting at seven. After I take a quick nap, we can order dinner. You’ll be fine by yourself tonight, right?” He had stripped out of his jeans and was now in black boxer shorts. His long thick length strained against the cotton fabric. On its own volition, my tongue swiped across my lips. “Don’t tease me, sweetheart. I can postpone my nap.”
Every fiber of my being wanted to straddle his face to not only shut him up but to relieve the ache growing between my legs. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I quipped.
A deep chortle rumbled out of him as he turned over and brought the pillow to his chest. “Suit yourself.”
I didn’t know what to do with myself. Taking a bath now was completely out of the question. No way would I trust him not to infiltrate my serene space, and sitting in one of the stiff chairs reading held no appeal either. Feeling exhausted, and rather than just stand at the foot of the bed fighting the inevitable, I muttered, “Move over.”
With a shit-eating grin on his face, he slid three inches to his left and patted the mattress. The five seconds I hesitated caused him to add, “I don’t bite.”
Releasing a frustrated huff, I took the sliver of space he left me to lay on and either risked falling off the bed or scooch closer than I preferred to be. A large warm hand helped me make my decision when he snaked his arm around my body and pulled me up against his. “Sweet dreams, sweetheart.”
And all I could think was, kill me now. I needed to keep that line clearly drawn in the sand. I wasn’t employed to be his fuck buddy.